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WARNING: Abuse and memories that contain abuse and SLASH in later chapters.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape (Mentor, maybe something more later on.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing so no one can complain.

A Voice on Mute

Chapter Six: Voiceless Magic

News traveled through Diagon Alley rapidly. Witches and wizards, store owners and shoppers rushed to the origin of all the commotion.

"It's him, our savior has been found!"

"Merlin, we thank you!"

Snape watched with a sneer as people knocked into him, one even shoving him into a shop's wall. He bit back a curse and glared after the retreating form of the wizard running in the opposite direction. "Some people have no manners," Snape sneered looking down for his charge when he had to do a double take when Oris wasn't there. "Fuck." Snape released his curse and ran in the direction he had seen the rude wizard run.

Snape came to a large gathering of over a hundred witches and wizards and began pushing his way through the crowd. Ignoring pleasantries, he pushed his way into the center where young Oris was, quite frankly, losing it. Oris' fingers were scraping at the concrete and his eyes were shooting to faces he had no idea who they were and where they had come from.

Darting over to the child, Snape kneeled beside the child and the woman looked up. "This is Harry Potter! Did you know that, sir! I found the Boy-Who-Lived!"

Snape looked at her like she had grown another head. He ignored her and placed a hand on Oris' forehead. Oris immediately calmed down. His eyes focused on Snape. Snape grimaced at the young child, a look of apology in his onyx eyes.

"Ma'am," Snape began, looking the woman straight in the eyes, "did you not think to call for help? Was his fame more important than his health?"

The woman sputtered, looking at Snape. She stood up and looked at the crowd, "I found Harry Potter, the Harry Potter." The crowd looked at her then at Oris.

Snape stood up, pulling Oris up with him. "Next time, ma'am, consider others before you think of yourself. I guarantee you will go much further in life if you do." Snape placed a hand on Oris' shoulder, "We must leave, breakfast is about over and classes will be beginning soon."

Oris shook his head and nodded to the lady who supposedly saved his life. Oris, gripped his wand tightly to his chest, his blood covered fingers shaking. Snape apparated Oris and himself to the front gates of the school, quickly looking over Oris and noticed the bloody fingers. Oris looked down at his hands and blinked, the blood vanishing, replacing the blood with bandage wraps. Snape did a double take, mouth moving in silence.

Finally he sputtered out, "How?"

Oris looked up at him and held a frantic look. Quickly hiding his hands behind his back, Oris shook his head.

Snape kneeled before him and looked into Oris eyes, "Pull out your wand and mouth the word, 'Lumos' for me."

Oris, not one for wanting to get into trouble, pulled out his wand and mouthed 'Lumos'. The tip of his wand lit up and shot a powerful beam of light across the shaded snow.

"Now, mouth the word 'Nox' for me." Snape watched as Oris mouthed the word and the tip of the wand went out. "Interesting, now we must make our way to the school since you have classes to attend."

Oris followed and stared at his wand.

Reaching the castle, and opening the huge doors, they stepped through the threshold. Walking to the Great Hall, students began filtering out the doors to head to classes. Almost every single student had to stop and stare as Oris and Snape crossed their paths.

It wasn't any easier in the Great Hall; basically, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. Snape glared at the students and yelled, "Don't you have classes to get to?"

Students shuffled out of the Great Hall and Snape left Oris with Professor Flitwick. Oris watched Snape's retreating figure. "Now, Mr. Potter, here is your time-table. You have Charms, my class, first. Now, Mr. Pot—" Flitwick looked at Oris, who wasn't paying any attention to him. He looked at some of the other professors who just shrugged their shoulders. "Mr. Potter."

Dumbledore watched on in silence, the boy was still watching Snape. He looked at Flitwick and smiled, "Mr. Fides," Oris turned sharply, "if you will please pay attention to Professor Flitwick you can be on your way to your first class."

Oris blushed slightly and nodded his head. "Now we can't have you walking around in the wrong robes, can we Mr. Potter?"

Oris looked at him quizzically. 'I wish they would quit mentioning a Mr. Potter. I don't have any idea who that is.' Flitwick raised his wand and charmed Oris' robe into the Ravenclaw house colors. 'Am I Mr. Potter? I thought my name was Oris, Oris Fides.'

"I will lead the way to my classroom, Mr. Potter." Flitwick descended from the Head Table and walked to the Great Hall doors.

Dumbledore frowned when he realized Oris wasn't following Flitwick. "Oris, if you will follow Professor Flitwick you can begin your classes."

Oris turned sharply to the retreating form of Flitwick and ran to catch up with him.

They walked up to the second floor, Flitwick rambling on about charms and his choir. Oris, not knowing what to do, just listened to his professor. Walking into the classroom, it fell completely silent. Flitwick approached the front of the room and Oris, seeing only one available seat, took it.

"Today class, we will be learning the lighting charm, Lumos." Flitwick demonstrated for the class, the tip of his wand lighting up. "We will also be learning how to extinguish the light with Nox." The tip of his wand stopped glowing.

A hand shot up and asked, "How will Harry Potter be able to do the magic if he can't speak?"

"Good question Miss Granger, but that doesn't concern you," Flitwick said. "Now begin trying to create the light."

Oris looked at his wand and mouthed Lumos. The tip of his wand lit up like the sun. Students began gawking and Flitwick approached Oris. Oris mouthed Nox and the tip of his wand went out like a flame without oxygen.

"Of course! Speechless magic!" Flitwick expressed and had Oris do it over and over. Students watched and began trying to do it without speaking, but not one could attempt it.

The same hand shot up and asked yet another question. "Sir, why is it only Harry can do speechless magic."

"Well Miss Granger, you learned how to speak magic, but Mr. Potter can't speak, so his magical signature allows him to perform magic without speaking. But, when the moment that Mr. Potter decides to speak, his magical signature will make it so he has to speak the magic citations."

The girl bowed her head over a bit of parchment, quill in hand, and wrote information on the parchment, mumbling to herself that she should look it up in the library. Oris looked at her tie and noticed she was in Ravenclaw as well. He smiled at her and she gave him a small smile in return.

With the class being over, Oris made his way to his next class, where he was gawked at and made to look like a poster child. Lunch came and his table was full of whispering and pointing. Try as he might, Oris could not find one moment of peace.

Standing up from the table, Oris left, deciding he would go back to his dorm. He couldn't take being stared at like a puppy in a shop window. Finished with the trek to his dorm, the bell signifying the beginning of class rang. Ignoring it, he dropped his book bag and sat on his bed and looked at his time-table looking at the wrong day that said he had Herbology, but in truth, he had Potions.

"Patil, Parvati," Snape called out and received a 'Here.' "Potter, Harry," Snape said, looking up when Oris didn't answer to his call. "Fides," Snape tried, but to no avail. "That child really thinks he can miss my class when I know for a fact he is feeling fine. Read pages one hundred and seventy-eight to two hundred and one of your textbook then write an essay on what you read while I go find our resident savior."

"I saw him head up to the Ravenclaw dorm, Professor," Granger said. "He really looked under the weather."

"Five points from Ravenclaw for speaking out of turn. Now start reading."

Snape stormed out of the classroom, intent on finding Oris.

To Be Continued…

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